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Chapter 4

Amanda Rollins was one to go with her gut; she had learned to trust it a long time ago, a long time before New York. Trusting her gut was something she had know how to do since she was a little girl. She knew her life depended on it, it was what probably saved her life the many times she's been in danger. She can remember one time where she was coming home from school and she her 'gut' feeling had grown larger and larger, so she decided to go to the local library, just in case. Little had she known that her father had another one of his drinking rage; her mother's ribs were cracked and her arm was broken that night, as well as many other minor injuries. And now that feeling was starting to show itself.

"I don't like this," said Amanda, looking to her side at Amaro. He nodded his agreement, but stayed silent as they walked down the hall towards the suspects's apartment.

"Nat Milson, open up, NYPD!" Said Amaro as his huge fist banged against the black wooden door. There came no response, so Amaro repeated himself once more, "NYPD, we're coming in if you don't open up this door!" No response. Amaro and Amanda took out their guns and got ready to enter. Amaro kicked the door open and then they put their guns up, each scanning the room, looking for the danger. Amanda carefully went into a room, making sure to scan the room for the suspect, and then went on to the next room. Her gut feeling increased the further she inched to the next room. She pushed the door open, her gun raised, ready to be shot if need be. Before she could react, a gun was pointed at her from the corner of the room, being held by the one and only Nat Milson.

"Nat, put the gun down," said Amanda, her voice not showing her anxiousness.

"I can't!" yelled Nat, wiping the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead. His whole body seemed to be covered in sweat, his dark blue shirt had darker patches across the neck, armpits, and chest. His whole body shook, his eyes were frantic, going every wich direction, not staying in a certain place for more than a second. "I CAN'T! They keep telling me to do it! I don't want to, but-but they ke-kept saying th-that I-I-I need t-to." He yelled again, his grip on the gun loosening. He brought one of his hands to his hair, pulling his hair and then pulling.

"You don't have to listen to them, okay? They're just lying, okay?" Amanda tried, but he only shook his head.

"No, they said that I had to kill him! I killed him, I knocked on h-his door, and h-he fell s-so easily, and t-they k-kept say-ing to do it to him, s-so I did! I d-din't m-mean to, I-I-I just wa-anted them to g-go away! But t-they d-din't stop, t-they t-old m-me t-to kill him! S-so I-I-I-I stood h-him up-up, an' p-pushed r-really hard! I-I d-din't m-mean t-to! T-they w-went away f-for a-a-a w-while," he cried, stuttering while he tried to explain what happen, he laughed at the end, glad that the voices in his head had left, but remembered they were still there, "B-but t-they came b-back."

"Look, man, just put the gun down, okay?" Came the reply from Amaro who stood behind Amanda, who stood inside the room, only a couple steps from the door, but gave enough room so that Amaro could stand next to her.

"NO!" Yelled Nat, both hands going back to the gun, and raising it up slightly, pointing it at Amaro. This cause both the detectives body to tense and their guns to rise, each aiming for Nat's arms, not wanting any real damage to be done against him. He needed help, and even if he killed a person, he wasn't in the right state of mind.

"Look if you put down the gun, we can make the voices go away," informed Amanda, but he only shook his head and moved his gun and aimed it again, but this time on Amanda. Amanda felt her gut twist in anxiousness, her body went tense and riggid.

"They said NO!" He yelled and pulled the trigger, but at the last minute he moved his aim. He felt an excruciating pain on his left arm. He looked down at his own left arm to see blood seeping from the bullet wound. He dropped the gun, almost as if he snapped out of it. With wide eyes he saw what he had done; the blonde detective was clutching her shoulder, blood covering her hand, her eyes wide from shock, and her body tense and rigid. Amaro called for a bus and then went to cuff the man, but his eyes were on the other blonde, watching as she clutched at her shoulder. He took away the gun and quickly went over to Amanda, but his gun was aimed at the man to make sure he didn't try anything.

"You hand in there, Rollins, helps comin'" said Amaro, one of his hands went to put pressure on her wound. He made her sit down, his hand never leaving her bloody shoulder, and in his other hand he was pointing the gun to the suspect. "We need to call Craigen, let him know what's happening, okay, so I need you to pay attention." He said, and watched as she winced at the pain radiating from her shoulder; he gave her the gun and she pointed it at the man, who seemed to have calmed down, but was wincing in pain, his arm too bleeding.

"Yeah, but he's bleeding, he needs help," she said, her gun pointed at the man, but her face showed worry. This man needed help, and she couldn't because he had shot her, and she doubted that Amaro would help.

"Hey, Cap, we found our suspect, but Rollins got shot, the ambulance is on their way, but I could use help with the suspect; he's injured too." Informed Amaro, hanging up when he was done, and then turned around when he heard a phone ringing.

"Ugh, that's mine," rasped out Amanda, putting the gun down as she started to dig her phone out of her pocket.

"They're almost here, Rollins, stay awake, okay, take the phone call." Said Amaro, hoping that the phone call will keep Amanda awake, at least until the ambulance gets here. 'Where are those damn ambulances.' Thought Amaro, the blood loss becoming great.

"Yeah," Amanda said as she looked at her phone, and smiled as it showed Olivia's name. "Hey," she said, "what's up."

"You're shot!?" Came the rush voice.

"I'm good, thanks for asking," said Amanda with a smirk, but winced when a stabbing pain came from her shoulder, she groaned at the pain and gritted her teeth.

"Stop playing, I'm on my way, okay, you hang in there," said Olivia, her voice full of worry.

"Sorry," said Amanda through her teeth, the pain getting worse. She was starting to feel dizzy and light-headed, and she knew this wasn't good. "I'm gonna have to stay at the hospital tonight, won't I?" she asked to no one in general.

"Yeah," said Amaro with a scoff, shaking his head, and pressing harder on her shoulder.

"Yeah," whispered Olivia, having a hard time with the fact that the other woman was shot.

"Damn, I'm gonna miss my gun," groaned Amanda, hating the recovery time that she was to go through. She was going to hate it with a passion, she just knew it.

"I'm sure you are," said Olivia with a chuckle, but the worry could not be masked.

"Do you think that I could get a dog after this," she said, but the last part came out as a gasp, the pressure on her shoulder increasing, "damn, squeeze harder, why don't you?"

"Okay," said Amaro, his face showing the fear of how much blood he was seeing.

"Ow," she said, gritting her teeth, "remind me to give you a thank you gift."

"Baby, what happened?" Asked Olivia worriedly, her voice rising in panic.

"Amaro has a vendetta against me." Complained Amanda, but her dizziness was making her want to puke.

"Thank god, what took you so long?" Asked Amaro, as he stood to let the EMTs work on Amanda. He took a step back and noticed how pale Amanda looked, how she could barely hold her own body weight, the amount of blood that her clothe had soaked up; this was bad, it was a simple bullet wound, but the time it took for the ambulance to make it to them was great. He looked behind him to see their suspect passed out, quickly he went towards the man and felt for a pulse; it was there, but it was week, he too had lost a lot of blood and he had no one to press pressure to his wound, but he cared very little for the man.

"Hey, babe, I'ma call you back, okay, the medicine people got here." Said Amanda to the phone, smiling weekly at the other woman's small chuckle.

"I'm on my way, baby, I'll see you in a little bit." Said Olivia as she pressed her foot down on the gas. She needed to get to the hospital, her worry was through the roof and she hated the feeling

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